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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.