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 and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.