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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Move to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn 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 rock 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.