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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Brick,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.