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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Television,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.