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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.