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 Samoa 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.