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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.