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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.