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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
UT,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.