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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.