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 Djibouti 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.