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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band 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?
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.