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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moleskins 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.