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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.