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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.