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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Whodini,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.