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 Brazil 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin 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?
David Bowie,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.