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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.