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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.