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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.