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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.