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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.