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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Raincoats to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.