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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.