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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.