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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bill Near to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
The Index,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.