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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.