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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.