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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 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?
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
UT,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.