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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.