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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.