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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.