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 Sri Lanka 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.