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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.