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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.