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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
World's Most,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.