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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.