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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.