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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.