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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.