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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Index,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.