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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
The Doors,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.