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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.