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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.