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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.