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 Algeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.