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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.