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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.