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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.