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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.