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 Tuvalu 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.