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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Jandek to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.