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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Can,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.