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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.