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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.