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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Unwound to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.