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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.