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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.