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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.