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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Monks 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.