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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Symarip,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.