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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.