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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.