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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.