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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.