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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.