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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.