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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.