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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.