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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.