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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Flash Fearless 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.