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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.