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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.