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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.