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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.