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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Crime,
Audionom,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.