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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.