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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.