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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
The Move,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.