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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.