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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Faust to the rock 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.