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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
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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.