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 Ivory Coast and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.