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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
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.