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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Television,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.