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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 New Order to the grime 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
The Gories,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.