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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.