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 Laos 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.