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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.