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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.