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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.