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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.