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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.