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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.