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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.