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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Ludus,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.