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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.