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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.