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 South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.