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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neu! to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
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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.