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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
UT,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.