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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.