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 Panama 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.