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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
The Standells,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.