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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.