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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.