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 Tanzania and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.