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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.