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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.