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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.