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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zeros to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.