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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.