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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 ABC 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.