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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.