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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pole to the grime 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.