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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.