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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Pretty Things to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.