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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.