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 Jordan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
MC5,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.