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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Litter to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Wings,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.