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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.