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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
the Swans,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.