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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Anakelly,
10cc,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.