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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harmonia to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.