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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.