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 Serbia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.