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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.