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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Techniques to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.