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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.