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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.