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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.