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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.