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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.