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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Invisible to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.