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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 guitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Josef K,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.