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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.