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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
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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.