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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.