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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.