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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.