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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.