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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
The Move,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.