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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.