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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.