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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.