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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
The Saints,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.