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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Robert Görl 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.