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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.