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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.