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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Television,
Magazine,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.