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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.