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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Q65,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.