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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Can,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.