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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.