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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.