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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs 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?
Visage,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.