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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.