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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.