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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.