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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Birthday Party to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.