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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.