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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.