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 Burundi and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Faust,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.