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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.