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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.