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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.