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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.