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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.