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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.