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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Fear,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.