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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Machine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.