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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.