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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.