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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.