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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.