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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
The Motions,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.