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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs 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?
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.