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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.