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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
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 DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.