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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
MDC,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.