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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Black Pus to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Television,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.