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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.