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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.