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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.