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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.