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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.