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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 güiro 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.