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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.