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 Peru and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.