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 Azerbaijan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
cv313,
Wings,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.