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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Television,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.