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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.