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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monks to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.