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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.