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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.