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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.