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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.