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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.