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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Monolake,
Swans,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.