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 Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.