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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Faust,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.