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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.