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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
PIL,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.