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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.