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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.