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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 The American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.