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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.