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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Blues Magoos to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.