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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Pole,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.