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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.