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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.