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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.