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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.