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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Ituana,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.