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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.