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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.