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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.