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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.