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 Libya 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.