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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.