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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Cameo,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.