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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Slackers to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.