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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.