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 Dominica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.