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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.