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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.