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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cure 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.