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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
The Motions,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.