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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
MC5,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.