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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.