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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.