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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.