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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.