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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.