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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
X-102,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.