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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.