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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.