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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the rap 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.