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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.