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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.