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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.