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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.