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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.