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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.