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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.