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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 the Sonics to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.