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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.