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 Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.