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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.