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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.