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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.