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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Brick,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.