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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.