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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
New Order,
CMW,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.