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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Organ,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.