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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.