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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.