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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.