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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
The United States of America,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.