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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.