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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '90s.
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 Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.