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 Luxembourg and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Pop Group to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Qualms,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.