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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.