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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.