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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.