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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Can,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.