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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.