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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.