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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.