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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.