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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.