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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.