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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
The Move,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Brick,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.