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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.