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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.