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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.