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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Cameo,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.