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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.