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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.