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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.