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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.