Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.