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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.