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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Names to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Smog,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Television,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.