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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.