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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Index,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.