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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.