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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.