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 Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.