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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.