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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Franke,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.