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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.