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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.