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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.