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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.