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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.