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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.