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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.