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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.