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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.