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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Real Kids to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.