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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.