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 Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moebius 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico 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?
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.