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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.