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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Pretty Things to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Wire,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.