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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.