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 El Salvador 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.