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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Monks,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.