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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.