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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Roxette,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.