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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.