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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans 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?
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.