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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.