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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
UT,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
CMW,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Faust,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.