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 Guyana 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.