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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.