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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Television,
The Busters,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.