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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.