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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.