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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Jandek,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.