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 Indonesia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.