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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.