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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
CMW,
a-ha,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.