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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Can,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.