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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Echospace,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.