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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.