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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order 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?
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.