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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.