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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
X-102,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.