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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
UT,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Slave,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.