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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.