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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.