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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Cymande,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.