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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.