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 Niger and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
The Sound,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.