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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.