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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.