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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.