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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.