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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Bill Wells 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.