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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.