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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.