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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.