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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.