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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.