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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.