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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Smog,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.