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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.