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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.