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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.