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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Wings,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.