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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.