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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.