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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.