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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.