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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.