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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.