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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
the Association,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.