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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.