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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.