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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.