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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.