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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.