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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.