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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.