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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.