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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.