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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.