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 Russia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Nas,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.