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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.