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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.