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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.