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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
June Days,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.