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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Josef K,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.