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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.