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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.