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 Djibouti 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Magma,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.