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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Jandek,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.