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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.