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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.