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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.