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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Index,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.