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 Chile 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Swans,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.