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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.