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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.