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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart 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 Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.