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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Can,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.