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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.