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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Television,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.