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 Latvia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Television,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.