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 India and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
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Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.