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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.