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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 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 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.