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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
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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.