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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.