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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
The Wake,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.