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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.