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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
CMW,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.