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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.