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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.