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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
X-102,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.