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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.