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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.