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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.