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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.