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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.