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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.