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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.