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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Magma,
Mars,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.