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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.