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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.