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 Laos 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.