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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.