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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.