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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.