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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.