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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.