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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Index,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.