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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.