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 South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.