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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.