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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.