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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.