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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.