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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Can,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.