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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.