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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.