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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Crime,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.