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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
The Human League,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.