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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.