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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Magma,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.