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 Samoa 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.