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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Brass Construction to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.