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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.