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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Swans,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.