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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
AZ,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.