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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bob Dylan to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.