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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
MDC,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.