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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Hashim,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.