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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.