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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.