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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.