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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.