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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
The Martian,
DNA,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Index,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Television,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.