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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.