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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
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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.