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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.