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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Magazine 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.