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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sällskapet 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Moebius,
The Move,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.