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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.