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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.