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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.