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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the techno 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
MDC,
the Normal,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.