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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Star Department to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
MDC,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Make Up,
Erasure,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.