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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Shoche,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
The Wake,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.