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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.