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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
UT,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.