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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Visage,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
The Cure,
MDC,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.