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 Algeria and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
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.