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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
CMW,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.