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 Costa Rica 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
The Remains,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.