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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Faust,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.