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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.