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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Organ,
Aswad,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.