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 Mali and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.