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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
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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.