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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
X-102,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.