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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.