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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
X-101,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.