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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.