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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Q65,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.