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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.