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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.