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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Nico,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
The Index,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.