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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.