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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.