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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.