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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.