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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.