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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.