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 Malta and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.