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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Ludus,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.