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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.