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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.