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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.