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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
The Leaves,
The Index,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.