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 Canada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.