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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Zapp to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.