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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.