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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.