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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.