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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.