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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.