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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.