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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.