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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie 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?
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.