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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.