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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.