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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
UT,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.