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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.