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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Visage to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.