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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.