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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.