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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.