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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.