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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.