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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.