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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.