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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doors 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.