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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.