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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.